Haircuts Poems | Examples


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Premium Member How much were haircuts back in the day?

Quartet belts out familiar tunes
Old barbershop proudly flaunting village vintage vibes
Haircuts surprise at today’s prices



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Premium Member Haircuts At Home


A haircut at home, times have changed
Barber shops were the way to play the game
Cost was a factor
Not the only reactor
Haircuts at home, things are not the same

Back Porch Haircuts

I let you cut my hair.
Whether you were doing well
Or about to make a fool
Of your only daughter
Completely irrelevant
As I focused on your
Darting nervous eyes
The wrinkles in the corners
Tightening with ever pass
Of those clunky barber scissors.
I realized you had no idea
What you were doing,
But I couldn’t bring myself
To pull away from hands
That grasp frantically at love
Like it would vanish if I so much
As peered over my shoulder
At the piles of hair collecting
Between our feet.


I Don'T Like the Look of Those Scissors, Darling

But a brush and a touch, one parting more.
Delilah, Moon-girl, you stole my strong light.
I, your Sun-boy, am shorn having blackout,
but remember my close shaves, the honey
and dead days, my foes jaw-struck,
as the long-winded she-ass brays in my ear.
With influence silverish, drowning golden locks,
the egg-eating fish-god wins for a period
till dawn's yellow meets me at the  next round.
I shake gold pillars in Dagon's stone temple
where uncut spectators are dying to taunt me
but what do I care for I know you await me,
At noon I burn for you,
at nightfall I sigh for you, O Delilah.

Premium Member Humans-No Haircuts

Ah dearest animal
               Being a dog I desire
               Can't see to change tire

        

                  May 19, 2020
                    6pm PST
                  Poem 1,280

Premium Member No Haircuts For the Duration

Alas, due to the insidious coronavirus situation,
The guv ordered barber shops closed for the duration!

Now, I suppose that is of no concern to a bald-headed bloke,
But since I still have a few strands on my skull, it ain't no joke!

What am I to do sans my barber deftly wielding his shears,
Taking some off the top and trimming about my ears?

If the virus prevails many more months, I'm afraid,
That I must stifle my scruffy mane with a luxuriant braid!


First Haircuts

the barber's scissors:
                my breath lost as the last of 
his baby curls fell

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